so sad
so sad
so sad the song of what might have been
my whispered moments and memories
when gladys knight would sing
of pipe dreams and memories places in the snow
love pain hope and just about everything
my head hears my heart my eyes see my look
my pupils read every word in each book
which talks of life of living of searching for the quest
of money nice legs a gorgeous breast
a face to die for drop dead as its called
a youthful slim body hair cascading all around
a man could die for that look
and yes it will chase and it will hound
him all his days just one look was all it took
oh breaker of hearts and total lack of care
oh taker of souls and all within
why do you haunt those of us who want
and who cannot take of that we so wish?
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